You’ll find me there,
at the home of the lonely.
So quit despair,
And come to meet me.
The sunrise is pretty,
I guess you’ll feel calmer,
Around all the beauty,
And also much warmer.
Maybe I won’t be so lonely,
If you ever reach,
Gone will be the misery,
When I hear your car screech.
💕
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Love this ❤️
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You are most welcome. Keep it up. I’ll stop by soon again. ❤️
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Thank you!
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You are most welcome
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Wow. Lovely.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem, Isha. Too good
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Welcome 😊😊 😊
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👍❤️
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❤
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Well written and the longing is palpable!
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Thank you!
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I was reading along when suddenly . . . I heard a car come to a screeching stop. Great effect at the end of your poem!
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Thank you!
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This design is wicked! You most certainly know
how to keep a reader amused. Between your wit and your videos, I was almost moved to start my own blog (well,
almost…HaHa!) Great job. I really enjoyed what you
had to say, and more than that, how you presented it.
Too cool!
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Thank you!
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How poignant!
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loved it isha!!
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Thank you for reading!
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Beautiful words that tug at the heart, Isha.
~Lauren
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Thank you very much, Lauren! And thanks for stopping by. Have a great day! 🌸
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